In July 1863A nation torn in tragedyA trick of fate, two great armies mergeGods of war at GettysburgDevastation lies ahead50,000 bodies litter the landHell rages three full daysThe reaper sows, there's the devil to pay

The pressure's on and the reb's attackThe yanks must hold, They can't fall backJust two brigades, 2000 strongAgainst 20,000 they can't hold long

General Reynolds makes his wayExpect no mercy from the iron brigadeUntil he shows they're on their ownBut Buford's men have a will of stone

Bayonets gleam in the morning sunSmoke and fire belching from their gunsAnother volley and again they strikeThousands more comin' down Chambersburg pike

This tragedy and what it bringsAll the devastationThe reaper has his wayMen will kill, blood will spillTo preserve the nationThere's the devil to pay

South of town down the Emmitsburg roadThe first corps are starting to showFor Buford's men, they're here just in timeThe desperate need to strengthen the line